Page 38 of The Flirt

"Mm," she murmured, slowly opening her eyes. “This was even better than I imagined.” She bit her lower lip. "I guess we could have one kiss, right? It won't hurt anyone."

"No," I said, "but see, here's the thing. One kiss makes me want more, and—"

She put her finger over my lips. "No, no, no. Don't say that, because I'm thinking the same thing. And—"

Feeling her finger against my lips aroused me insanely fast. I lost my control again, cupping her face. She dropped her hand, parting her lips slightly. This kiss was even more demanding than the first one, even more desperate.

And then I couldn't keep my hands just on her face. I trailed them farther down to her waist. She was standing right in front of some sort of dresser, and I lifted her onto it.

"Oh...," she purred, and I kissed her again.

She was at my height now, so it was easier to explore her. I lowered one hand from her waist, putting it on her outer thigh, then sliding it slightly toward her inner thigh. She opened her legs wide, driving me crazy. Then I moved my hand farther up. She shuddered even though she was wearing jeans. I couldn't help myself and pressed my thumb right over where her clit was under all the layers of clothing. Her reaction completely threw me.

She dropped her head backward, a loud moan resounding through the room. She was so on edge. It would take next to nothing to make her come. But this was insane.

I put my hand back on her thigh and rested my forehead against her shoulder. "Scarlett..."

"I know," she whispered. "Let's..." She laughed a bit. "Let's calm down, I guess."

"Yes."

"And maybe help me down. Actually, no. You know what? Take those sexy hands off me and I'll hop off. Otherwise... Well, our track record is short, but it's not really good, is it?"

"No, it's not," I replied with a laugh, then took a large step back.

She drew in a deep breath, and we both startled when my phone beeped.

"Aren't you going to get that?" she asked.

"It was a message," I said. "Probably from one of my brothers."

"Oh my God, that's right. They're waiting for you."

"Scarlett...," I said. I wanted to stay. Damn it, I wanted nothing more, but I couldn't.

"Go. I'm just going to bed, okay?"

I nodded. "I think that's the smartest thing."

"I agree."

"Listen, if you don't feel well tomorrow—”

"One thing you should know about me: I never call in sick. Not even when I am sick, unless it’s contagious, since I’m dealing with food all day."

"That's a recipe for overworking yourself," I said. "I won't allow it."

She folded her arms over her chest. "Really? One kiss and you think you have some sort of power over me?"

"It was two kisses," I pointed out. "Three, if we're counting the one you imagined."

"No, we are not."

Scarlett smiled. "I was teasing you, Chad. Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t work weekends.”

How the hell did I forget what day of the week it was?

"Even better. But just for future reference, if you're sick, do not come to work. I'll hear about it, throw you over my shoulder, and bring you right back home."

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